"Well I've been given my brush and plate
Where will I paint my life?
And will the buyer in the sky
Believe in what I dream
And it's so hard for me to explain
What I will miss to myself.
Those words have haunted me, not for the fact my mother is an artist but because it's true, I have now just been giving my brush and paint, I am a princess, How do I tell the people I love? How will Michael take it? Things have been so weird, Kenny is really starting to get on my nerves, so what we had sex, what does he expect from me, I don't love him, I love Michael, If Kenny goes to the press about this its over. Of course Grandmere knows and has covered up the fact I did an evil deed, aborting a child is a disgusting thing, but it's done. Now all that has to be done is for no-one to find out, not even Michael.
Painting my life isn't going to be easy I not only have to deal with Princessing but covering up the fact I killed a child. Oh My God"
Michael closed the book; there was a yellow sticker, which said, 'Read Me'. In the chapter was a lot of details about Mia's princess life, and about her and Kenny Shalowater, how she despised him but they had sex, she had intercourse with another man when she was in love with someone else and got pregnant, in a relationship with no love. Mia had a really lovely life but she also wasn't innocent.
Mia wasn't the person Michael had fallen in love with, she was someone else, but wasn't that how Michael had just appeared to her. Someone she knew so well in a day into someone new.
Neither people liked what each other had become.
"Michael is confusing me, him and Lana? This is crazy, the A crowd and Michael. Michael? What's going on? I know I'm not innocent but this is in a way just as bad. Lana is dead. Michael is A crowd and Lilly is the only friend I have left, only I cant tell Lil she will tell go nuts at Michael. This is too confusing; I need to talk to him."
There is where she last wrote in her journal before giving it to Michael to read.
Maybe she thought Michael will actually come to some sense that she understands what he is going through, being somebody you are not it hard.
Michael knows this more than anyone.
(A/N, those lyrics are from Blueside. A Rooney song. All credit is given to them. Rooney rock your socks. Ciao ladies and gents, please review, any ideas pass them through.
Beck's, oh yes this are getting smaller and smaller for this I apologise, but at the moment I'm trying to get all the ideas I'm having for this story onto page, and they may seem short now, but they will get longer.)
